Jiang's parents, who were shocked by Nan Yuanman's age, were horrified when they saw her actions, their eyes widening in surprise.
Jiang's mother swallowed hard and asked tremblingly, "Then, that ghost...did she sleep in the coffin last night?"
Does that mean the ghost stayed with them all night?!
Nan Yuanman nodded: "Yes, she really liked the coffin that Jiang Beishu bought from me."
Cypress is the best wood for making coffins besides Phoebe zhennan, as it is hard and can remain intact for thousands of years.
For ghosts, the coffin is also their 'home', and they would naturally like such a high-class home.
Three muffled thuds came from inside the coffin. Nan Yuanman listened for a while, then reached out to Jiang Beishu, who was standing far away in fear: "She said yes, let me see the place."
Jiang Beishu swallowed hard, carefully approached, and handed the yellowed paper he was holding to Nan Yuanman.
Nan Yuanman glanced at the address and birth date on the paper, frowned and did some calculations, then looked at the ghost hiding in the coffin who refused to show itself: "You died a violent death back then? The person buried with you now is not your husband, but someone stole your body after your death and sold it to someone else for a ghost marriage?"
The coffin, which had been quiet, suddenly thudded several times, showing how excited the ghost was.
“If you don’t come out and speak directly, I can’t communicate with you, and I can’t make the Jiang family fulfill the agreement we made with you back then.” Nan Yuanman didn’t understand what her muffled thuds meant, and pursed her lips as she spoke.
The coffin fell silent again. After a while, just when Nan Yuanman thought she was going to stay silent, a timid female voice rang out: "I...I have social anxiety."
The little dumpling looked bewildered: "Social anxiety? Are you afraid of snakes? There aren't any snakes here!"
Jiang Beishu was startled by the unfamiliar female voice and instinctively wanted to move closer to Nan Yuanman, but he stopped because of the coffin next to her. He explained to her in a low voice, "Social anxiety means being afraid of people."
Nan Yuanman suddenly realized, "So that's how it is." No wonder she refused to come out and communicate directly after arriving at the hospital with Jiang Beishu that day.
It turned out that there were too many people that day, and she was afraid to come out.
She looked up at Jiang Beishu and his parents. Jiang's mother quickly pulled Jiang Beishu over and said, "Then, let's go to the room first. Little Fairy, you ask her if she has any other requests, and then tell us."
“Okay.” Nan Yuanman nodded.
The three members of the Jiang family ran upstairs to their bedroom, looking very cowardly.
Nan Yuanman tapped the coffin lid: "They're gone, now you can come out."
A moment later, the coffin lid creaked open, and a faint figure slowly floated out.
The woman who appeared before Nan Yuanman was dressed in coarse cloth, with two braids, and was very thin. She glanced at Nan Yuanman quickly, then lowered her head and nervously rubbed the hem of her clothes.
When she lowered her head, she revealed the back of her head, which was missing half. This missing half of her head was the cause of her death.
Nan Yuanman shifted his gaze from the half-missing back of her head: "Li Zhaodi?"
Li Zhaodi nodded timidly: "It's me."
“Little Fairy, I... I didn’t mean to scare him. It’s just that I don’t want to be buried with him anymore. He’s always bullying me down there.” Li Zhaodi lowered her head, not daring to look at Nan Yuanman, and hurriedly explained, “When his grandfather borrowed his lifespan back then, he promised so readily, but after all these decades, he hasn’t come to move my grave.”
“I couldn’t take it anymore, so I came to him in person. I… I didn’t mean to hurt him. Please, please don’t take me in.”
“I won’t take you in. Do you have any other requests besides moving the grave? If you have any, bring them all up and let Jiang Beishu do it. After all, he owes you.” Nan Yuanman asked.
“There’s another one, which is… which is…” Li Zhaodi raised her hand and awkwardly touched the back of her head, saying in a low voice, “I was killed back then.”
“The person who killed me was Jia Haoren from Lijia Village. He tried to force me while I was squatting in the cornfield weeding. When I refused, he strangled me unconscious. He thought I was dead and was scared, so he used the hoe to stab the back of my head, making it look like I lost my balance and fell on the hoe and died.”
“I…I want him to call the police for me and get Jia Haoren put in jail.”
Nan Yuanman: "What about the person who stole your body? Are you not going to pursue it?"
Li Zhaodi was silent for a moment, then gently shook her head: "I won't hold it against you."
She knew who stole her body and sold it—it was her younger brother, Li Yaoguo.
Her younger brother isn't doing too well now either, which is considered retribution, so she doesn't dwell on it.
"Okay." Nan Yuanman noted everything down and said to her, "Besides moving your grave and sending Jia Haoren to prison, Jiang Beishu will burn three catties and six taels of paper money for you every year and give you three sets of new clothes. Your contract is now complete, okay?"
Li Zhaodi hesitated and looked at Nan Yuanman: "Um... Little Fairy, can you help me break off my marriage with that man?"
She had sneaked out while the man wasn't looking, and she really didn't want to live with him anymore when she went back.
Now that she's become a ghost, she wants to live out the rest of her lifespan freely on her own.
Nan Yuanman scratched his head: "I've never solved this before, and my grandfather hasn't taught me. But I can tell Jiang Beishu to find a feng shui master who can resolve marriage disputes."
She's only five years old. Grandpa Nan thought it was too early to teach her these things, so he didn't. Who knew...
Li Zhaodi bowed repeatedly to her excitedly, saying, "Thank you, little fairy, thank you, little fairy!"
Nan Yuanman wrote down all her requests. When he saw that it was almost time, he let Li Zhaodi go back to squat in the coffin and called Jiang Beishu's family down.
Jiang Beishu rubbed his hands together nervously and asked, "Yuanman, what did she say?"
Nan Yuanman relayed Li Zhaodi's demands one by one, and Jiang Beishu was furious: "Damn it, that Jia Haoren is a real scoundrel! Don't worry, I've got this covered! I'll definitely send him to jail!"
Nan Yuanman nodded: "That's about it. After you finish doing all this, your contract with her will be complete. Just remember to burn paper money for her every year."
She instructed, "Your life was lent to you by her. Your good fortune depends on her well-being in the underworld, so you must never forget this."
Jiang Beishu nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll remember."
"It's that feng shui master..."
Nan Yuanman looked at Jiang Beishu's face, then took out five copper coins and had him toss them. After interpreting the divination, he said, "Your father knows a pretty reliable feng shui master. Just go to him; he won't cheat your family."
Jiang's father pointed at himself, somewhat bewildered: "Me? I don't know any feng shui..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly remembered that he had actually met a new chess player when he went to the chess and card room to play chess a while ago!
For some reason, that card player had terrible luck and lost every hand, but he was addicted to cards. He couldn't stand it, so he helped him play a few times, and they gradually became familiar with each other.
Seeing Jiang's father's expression, Nan Yuanman knew that he remembered who it was and nodded, saying, "It's him. He is the benefactor you have met. Find him, and your son will be able to get through this tribulation safely."
“Okay, I’ll contact him and ask,” Jiang’s father said dreamily.
Jiang Beishu settled the cost of the coffin and the money for the ritual with Nan Yuanman, and also bought three amulets from her, paying a total of 88,880 yuan.
Nan Yuanman gave him a luck-enhancing talisman and said, "If there's anything you can't handle, call me again."
Jiang Bei wrote: "Okay."
After resolving the matter of Jiangbei Book, Nan Yuanman went back to pack her luggage, and the next day she took a plane with Feng Congqian to the capital.
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Beijing International Airport.
Nan Yuanman sat on the luggage cart, her little feet swinging back and forth, a lollipop dangling from her mouth, curiously looking around.
The moment I stepped out of the airport, an invisible force trembled slightly in the air.
At that time, in a high-class villa, an old man and a young man were playing chess seriously in an antique pavilion.
"Snap—"
After a slight sound, a chess piece on the board instantly cracked open.
The old man gently picked up the shards, his voice low and hoarse: "She's here."
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